In Which You All Will Wish You Were Me
November 2, 2005
This morning while showering I forced to make a difficult decision. Do I:
A) shower while a screaming baby bangs on the shower door because he can’t see me clearly through the frosted glass. “Oh My God, I HAVE NOT YET LEARNED OBJECT PERMANENCE, therefore my mother (and more importantly the breasts which are attached to her) has ceased to exist. Woe is me.” or,
B) shower with the shower door open, simultaneously flooding the bathroom and freezing my butt off in spite of having the water temperature set to scald.
Guess which one I chose?
In other related news, I washed my bathroom floor today.
My life is so damn exciting that I can hardly stand it sometimes.
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